A school administrator attends a fancy and respectable dinner party in honour of her master, who decides to dress her in the flimsiest of lingerie and take her as his slave.

Danala and the party

Danala was both terrified and incredibly excited as she stood out on a dark city street, waiting for her cab. She was in a nice area of town so the fear wasn’t for her safety. 

The black rain cape helped. It hid what she was wearing underneath which was surprisingly little. She wore a small black bra that showed off her cleavage and left little to the imagination, particularly since the front was sheer allowing a wonderful view of her sexy nipples.

Below she wore knee-length black boots, stockings with garters, and a light pair of sheer thong panties. It wasn’t much, but at least she had the black mask that would cover the top half of her face. It was in her outer pocket and she’d put it on when the time was right.

Then there was the final touch. A jeweled butt plug which she had inserted just before she called the cab. It would be a constant reminder on this night of just how dangerously exciting her journey had become. 

This was all her Master’s doing. Part of her training actually. Perhaps the most advanced part. 

Just months ago he had been a judge during a competition that Danala had lost. She had been angry with him, but that anger had turned to lust as he spoke to her. He was a writer and not only was able to understand her – her wants, desires, and fantasies, but he also knew the words to intrigue her, arouse her, and above all keep her safe. 

Danala was a beautiful and powerful woman who knew what she wanted. Most men either caved quickly into her demands or became combative. Only her master had been able to understand her and tame her.  

Life with him was so different than she ever thought possible. She was raised to be independent, intelligent, and of course extremely respectable. This certainly suited her during the day when she ran her own private girl’s school, but did little for her as a woman. He had changed that and gave her an outlet for her desires. The decisions and commands were always his, so there was no guilt or crisis of conscience. There was only ever one decision to make. Whether to trust and accept him as her master and do all that he asked… or not. She had already made her decision.

As she got into the cab and gave the address to the driver, she noticed the way he looked at her in the rearview mirror. Her cape was open slightly and showed off those appealing breasts. She closed it and smiled, just a little embarrassed. However, soon she would be showing them off to a number of strangers. Strangers who, like her, were respectable people – more easily shocked. If they had any idea who she actually was, she would have been mortified. She reached back into her pocket and touched her mask. Her master had taken care of everything

There were many differences between them and each in its own way was a taboo. Their skin colour was dramatically different – a contrast that thrilled her eyes when they were together, their ages were different – he was more than a decade older, and their backgrounds were opposites. While she reclined in the respectable corner of academic administration, he was a writer from the streets, having learned the many sides of human nature from the experience of life. Despite his rough inner side, he could pass as respectable and blend in. 

Which is why she was going to this fancy party tonight. As a writer of literature, her master had wealthy patrons and knew fashionable literary critics. This particular group would dine four times a year in splendor and privacy. No phones or cameras allowed. No one was allowed to discuss what went on there with outsiders. It sounded like the setup for an orgy but she was told it was not. 

 However, at the last event, the guest of honor, a performance artist, had brought a female chauffeur dressed in assless leather pants to pick him up at the end of the night. It shocked the guests. Danala’s master, not to be outdone, and mindful of her training, was going one better. He was going to introduce her as his slave tonight. 

Mindful of the potential repercussions. He had gone first and told Danala not to show up until a certain time when dinner was being served. Their reverence for the dinner would keep his wealthy hosts from making a scene. 

Walking to the house from the cab, Danala’s heart pounded. Her mind swirled with the thought of what she was about to do. She was to show off her bravery, her sexuality, and her obedience in what seemed to her to be such extreme ways. She put on her mask and rang the bell.

Her appearance, even with the cloak, startled the stone-faced butler. She gave the man the invitation and apologized for being late. Following instructions she refused to let him take her cape. She walked slowly and purposely, hearing her heels click loudly onto the polished tiled floor. She was led into the fancy dining room as the soup was being served. Every person’s eyes were on her. 

Typically partners would sit across the table from each other, but her master had asked that she sit next to him. Her empty chair was there. 

“Ah, there you are my good girl. So glad you can make it.” He said as the men stood up from the table. 

Danala approached without saying a word and turned her back on her master so that he could remove her cloak which he did, giving it to the butler whilst a number of people at the table choked back audible gasps. 

Again, following her master’s earlier instructions Danala paused and stood there for a moment so that everyone had a chance to see her breasts and pussy under the sheer fabric. 

Danala had worried about it being cold, but the bodies in the room made it feel quite warm. The mask and her anonymity had made it feel even warmer. It took her a second to find the bravery to raise her eyes to see the faces around the table – some rich, some smart, and some insanely creative. In their eyes was a mix of shock, jealousy, surprise, and desire. Her practically naked body was creating exactly the impression she wanted. If the truth were known this was one of her greatest fantasies.

Her movement was elegant and refined as she faced her master. She was well-bred and brought up after all. He took a leash and collar out of his suit pocket and put it on her in a show of great ceremony. He held onto the handle and pulled her towards him to get a sensual kiss and show she was definitely his. With his nod, she sat down.

“Well aren’t you going to introduce us?” said a very excited 30-something man with a new-wave haircut. Danala guessed he was an artist of some kind.

“You can call her G.G.” her master replied. “It stands for Good Girl. And she is mine as you can see. If you knew her real identity you would no doubt be more shocked than you already are.”

As other people began to eat, Danala picked up the correct spoon and tasted the beautifully prepared strawberry soup.

Another man, about sixty, with classically handsome features, perfectly cut gray hair, and the look of a judge about him countered with, “Well considering she knows her way around a formal table, I would think she was a lady who went to all the right schools.”

Despite his talk about her table manners, the older man, was definitely enjoying the eyeful he was getting from Danala’s tits. She felt a trickle of wetness along with a slight shudder of fear over the mention of the word “schools”. 

Suddenly the woman across from him, ten years younger, and very well put together despite her formal air, said critically, “Dalton, your soup is getting cold.”

The handsome older man smiled at his wife and said, “Of course Laura.”, but glanced back at Danala’s breasts before turning his attention to his spoon. Then Danala noticed a well-dressed young man next to her of University age fiddling with the linen napkin on his lap as a way to check out her thighs.

As one course moved to another, the table returned to a state of semi-normalcy, with different conversations flowing at once. The food was excellent. For a while, Danala was curious at how normal everything seemed on the surface.

When no one was looking, her master took out a small bullet-shaped object from his suit and quietly slipped it between her legs under the cover of her napkin and the tablecloth. He deftly hit the button on the end of it, slid it into her and she felt her pussy begin to vibrate. She could feel the vibration more than hear it but still wondered if it was audible amongst the many voices in the dining room. 

Suddenly she felt a hand on her knee. So much was going on. She was trying to keep abreast of the conversation, concentrate on her meal, and deal with an orgasm that she could tell was beginning to rise quickly between her legs. She took her master’s hand and, out of sight moved it up to her inner thigh which was now becoming wet. The movement was quick and totally reactive. But she had barely finished when she realized something that should have been obvious. The hand was on the opposite side of her master. It was the hand of the young man next to her! She felt his ring finger touch the edge of her pussy and then slide up to her moist clitoris, sliding it back and forth.

Danala tingled with fear. Not only was a strange man touching her pussy she was about to cum the vibrator- and hard. She knew she must be drenching the chair she sat on but couldn’t help herself. Her muscles twitched. She glanced up but no one had noticed yet, except of course for the young man beside her. She reached out to her master and grabbed his knee to ground herself as she felt her muscles push against the vibrating bullet. 

“Oww!” The sudden cry of pain muffled the sound of Danala’s held-back orgasm. 

Between the lubrication and Danala’s pressure, the small bullet vibrator had turned into a projectile smashing into the young man’s hand. For a second the buzz of it was audible as it still lay on her chair, now in front of her pussy rather than inside it. Her master quickly reached over and turned it off within a second as the table’s attention was turned to the man beside her. 

“Chad!” shouted Laura the hostess, obviously Chad’s mother. “What are you doing? What was that yelp for?”

“I’m sorry everyone,” said the young man. “I accidentally wedged my finger in the chair ”  

Danala watched as the young man put his finger, the one that had been caressing her wet pussy, instinctively into his mouth, sucking on it as a child would with an injured appendage. 

Her host sighed “Chad if you’ve cut yourself, go and get a bandage for God’s sake.”

As attention returned to dinner Danala stole a glance at the young man. The vulnerability of the situation made her incredibly horny. Her orgasm had been denuded, so she made up for it by squirming and quietly rubbing her pussy against her seat. 

She was publicly leashed to one man and had just her pussy violated by another – all around a respectable and formal dinner table. 

But the most interesting part was yet to come.

 As the dinner portion formally ended and the guests were led to the lounge for more drinks, Laura, the hostess turned to Danala’s master “Michael you come with me. I want a word with you.”

The woman’s tone reminded Danala of the same one she’d used when disciplining unruly children. It gave her a knot in the pit of her stomach. Her Master followed his hostess and she felt a tug on the leash. Of course, as his slave, Danala was coming too. She heard the woman ahead of her say, “I wanted to speak to you alone Michael…. Oh for God Sake bring her with you then. You might as well both hear what I have to say.” 

Walking down the hall Danala watched as they passed a full-length mirror. She was quite the sight. All sexuality and submission. All WOMAN she thought. Bold and brave. Her Master’s slave by choice. Such a different role from what she normally played. 

Laura’s husband, the handsome older man named Dalton, followed them, deliberately walking slowly so he could get a good look at Danala’s ass.

As they went into the library, their hostess pushed the door closed. It was four of them, in the soft glow of a fireplace with the smell of old books in the air. 

“Let’s have it, Michael. I want to know why you tried to ruin my dinner party by bringing this woman here?”

“I told you, this woman is MINE. I’m training her. As you’ve seen, she knows her manners – and her place.”

Danala was surprised to hear the woman’s husband interject., “Yes, dear boy I agree with you. Laura, you could go a long way by learning from this young lady. You’re far too proud these days. Nothing satisfies your expectations. As a result, you’ve become cold and miserable.” 

Laura opened her mouth to come to her own defence but the older man waved his hand to silence her. “The reason my wife is angry is that she’s jealous. Laura spends her days making decisions about everything – her investments, the house, our kids. What she needs is balance. Her fantasy is to give up control, and give up guilt, and just be a woman.”

Laura shrieked. “Dalton that’s quite enough!”

He ignored her. “I’m intrigued by this training Michael. I’d like to see it in action,”

Danala became wet at the thought of performing in front of an audience. She was even more shocked when her master said, “Certainly, but only if your wife agrees to participate.”

The look on the hostess’s face, already a natural ivory colour, somehow became even paler. She cast a worried look at her husband

“It IS your fantasy,” said the man. But I suggest doing exactly what Michael says. Especially if you’re uncomfortable. We both know you’ve had your own way for too long.”

Danala watched as the woman looked back at her master. A noticeable sense of nervous surrender on her face. The woman took two steps towards him. Then her Master looked at Danala and smiled.

“My Good Girl here will be your guide,” he said, “She has learned how to follow instructions and please me whenever I ask. My Good Girl, you’ll let Dalton undress you, while I prepare our hostess. 

Danala turned to see the older man approaching her. There was very little left of her to undress. She was going to turn around so he could see to unsnap her bra, but he wrapped his arms around her, staring right into her eyes, and unhooked it expertly without looking. Rather than letting it fall to the floor, he grabbed her bra in the front with his hand as he groped her breast sliding it off of her. It made her nipples grow even harder.

Then with one hand gripping her ass now, he slid his palm slowly down the front of her body underneath her panties, to take them off. He lingered for a moment, however, palm on her clit, as he deftly slid a finger inside of her. Her mind flashed to the scene at the table just minutes ago where the man’s son had briefly done the same thing. She could never have expected this when she was in the cab.  

Looking at her master, she saw him smiling approvingly at her even as he noticed the man’s hand firmly violating Danala. She was performing up to expectations.

The older man feeling he’d gone far enough for now, finished taking off her panties and turned his attention back to his wife.

Danala watched and listened as her master gave commands to the hostess to undress in a particular way. He corrected her twice as she took off her bra and made her do it again. He wanted her bent forward more with her breasts jiggling slightly. Finally, when it was done to his satisfaction, he turned to the rest of the group.

“It’s time to start,” Master Michael walked to a spot near the glowing fireplace, a thick Persian rug in between himself and the two women. He looked at Danala and commanded her to crawl towards him. She did so, swaying from side to side so her breasts would move. After all, she knew what her master liked.

“Study her my dirty hostess, “Michael said praising her to Laura, “See how my Good Girl moves. Her pace, her jiggle. She knows how to arouse me.”

As Danala reached his feet, he once again picked up the handle of her leash and stroked her lovingly on the head. She sat crosslegged in front of him now, watching this wealthy, respectable woman with long ivory breasts and small pink nipples, jiggle them as she crawled towards them both, endeavoring to provide satisfaction. 

It wasn’t good enough for Michael and he made her do it again, and again. Danala remembered the ritual and how long it had taken her to get it right. She beamed in pride when she realized that her hostess was taking longer to catch on than she had been. There was also a thrill in watching this proud woman, so judgemental and critical of her less than an hour ago, submit to this naked humiliation. Her hostess needed the approval of her master. An approval Danala had already gained, although she knew she would be asked to prove herself.

She felt a tug on her leash. It was time. 

“I want you to show our hostess how a good girl satisfies her Master,” he said, pivoting to face her. “Take off my pants… That’s right, just look at my good girl’s enthusiasm. No wasted energy. That’s right slide them down. All the way. Notice how much she wants her master’s cock, but waits dutifully for my command.” Danala’s mouth was literally watering as she looked at her master’s bulbous red head in front of her face

“Now put your hands behind your back good girl. and stick out your tongue. Mmm yes, I want to rub all over your tongue and lips and a little under your nose so you can smell me. Yes, lick my head and get me hard. Yeah, that’s right. Now look at your hostess and suck my head just gently. 

Danala did as she was told. The woman stared at her with wide eyes watching her take her master’s member. It was the first time someone had seen her serving him and liked her having a witness. 

“Harder now good Girl. Take me all!”

He grabbed her head. And began fucking her mouth. She loved it when his desire became unhinged like this, taking every pleasure he could from her. She was so wet now she was dripping on the carpet. 

In the middle of his thrusts, Michael suddenly pulled out, then leaned over and kissed her. “Good Girl. You know how to please me,” Then turning to Laura he said. “ Now it’s your turn. 

The woman opened her mouth to receive him, but instead, he slapped the side of her hostess’s face with his dripping-wet cock. “I haven’t given you any instructions yet. Look at me” He calmly took Laura’s chin in his hand and rubbed his wet penis all over her face, literally hoping Danala would rub off his new recruit. 

Now that Laura’s face was slick with his precum and Danala’s saliva, he took her through the commands. The new woman was hesitant and awkward. He tried to take her mouth deep but she tensed and pushed away.  

“What do you think Good Girl? She needs a lot of work, doesn’t she? We need to relax and train that mouth of hers. 

I need you to position our hostess in the correct way so that she can take her new master.”

Danala understood. She looked around for the proper type of furniture. There in front of her was a sofa with low arms she knew would be perfect. Still aware of but unfazed by her own nakedness in front of these two near strangers, Danala walked to her hostess and stretched out her hand in a classic old-fashioned way. The woman’s skin was bone white and clammy with nerves. Danala knew what would be next, but her poor hostess had no idea. She felt Laura begin to shake slightly as Danala laid her hostess down on the sofa on her back with her head tilted over the low arm of the chair. 

Her master spoke again.

“Tilt your head back a little more, my dirty hostess. It will open up your throat. That’s right. First, I want you to lick my balls. Let them know you need my dick to be hard so that your mouth can be violated properly. Lick them Slowly, Yes… that’s better. Now suck on them very gently…. Lick again….. Come on, lick them like you mean it.”

Danala watched and listened. She was both jealous and excited. She knew she could satisfy her master better than THIS woman could, but it was also incredibly hot watching this scene without being in it. She had been in the same place and position not so long ago. But she had already been far ahead of this woman and would certainly remain so. She would make sure she would always be her master’s favourite.

Danala had to restrain herself as she saw the clear precum ooze from her master’s cock, while her hostess’s mouth overflowed with his balls. She felt it was her job to lick that precum off. Her reward. But then she remembered her place. It would be her time soon enough

She watched as he rubbed his wet head against his hostess’s tongue, then leaned over to pinch her small pink nipples. She heard a low male moan and noticed the man Dalton sitting on the floor, braced against the chair, stroking himself. She realized she’d never seen such an old and respected white man’s cock and the context made her aroused. 

“Start sucking hostess, “she heard her master say. His hands were leaning on and grabbing her breasts as he pumped shallowly with a slow rhythm in her mouth

“Okay, I want you to do exactly what I say. In a moment I’m going to take your throat. As long as you stay relaxed and keep breathing you should be fine. You won’t choke as long as your head is back like this and you stay relaxed and submit. I want you to look over at my Good Girl. She’ll be the judge of how you do.”

Danala’s heart pounded at this unexpected responsibility. As her hostess’s eyes moved sideways to look at her, she quivered. Watching this respectable woman submit so primitively with Danala as her judge was an exciting new experience. The woman was obviously nervous and tensed up. Her master started with a few gentle strokes to get her accustomed to the position, but she coughed immediately. Her master pulled out his cock all wet with her saliva and bounced it against her face repeating the instructions, slowly and without anger, then plunged in again. It was better, but after several seconds she tensed up again and pushed her head aside. 

Her Master gazed at Danala and she shook her head. It was obvious the hostess had failed the test. A test Danala had somehow succeeded on the first try.

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“You’re right Dalton, this one definitely needs training,” He said. He gently pulled up his hostess by her shoulders and motioned her to the floor She had disappointed him and she knew it. Michael looked over and beckoned. “Come here my Good Girl and we will show them how it’s done. 

On the sofa now, Danala was quickly on her back. She put one of her legs up on the back of the sofa and one on the floor. Her head was also tilted back. She felt his soft balls press up against her face as he pinched her nipples. “Mmm lick my good girl. Yes, get me ready mmm notice how she uses her full tongue. Oh yes, I love it when you press behind my balls mmm firm but gentle. Oh fuck you have me so hard Good Girl. Let me take your mouth now. Let’s show them how well you serve. 

He plunged inside her, knowing from experience that she could take him. The position was humiliatingly submissive but functionally comfortable. As she felt her master thrust his entire member into her mouth again and again, she remembered not so long ago when she first met this man. A stranger. She’d hated him at first. Could she have conceived where this would lead?

“Look at our hosts darling, Show them how effortlessly you take me. Look at how she sucks hard out the outstroke. OH my GOD she feels so good. Help her reward her with me.”

As her mouth continued to be violated Danala noticed both Dalton and Laura move towards her, until her vision was blocked by her master’s leg. 

Two male hands slid underneath her ass and she felt a mouth gently but forcefully lick and suck her swollen clit. Meanwhile, she felt a woman’s hands slide onto her breasts while her master pinned her shoulders. She was totally and completely trapped on the sofa, receiving a pleasure she’d neither expected nor asked for. But she was loving it just the same. The older man enthusiastically licking between her legs, the feeling of the other woman’s breasts against her side as she played with her nipples, and her master taking her mouth as if it were his own personal amusement park. 

Yes, my good girl. I love fucking your throat. Feeling you take me just as I want you. Wild, Personal, Intimate knowing you’re taking me completely. Knowing how badly you want to consume me. Fuck here it comes. I can feel it, the point of no return, yes yes. FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

As he came her master pulled out slightly splashing his cum on her skin. He liked seeing it on her face. Then almost as quickly it was in her mouth again, releasing in thick waves as she heard him say,

“Suck it, suck it all out, oh yes good girl.”

She did as she was told, greedily emptying him until nothing was left. It had been a tremendous orgasm and she was proud of having caused it. The man between her legs was now matching her own oral fury and felt her legs shaking as she was about to orgasm.

Her master slid out of her mouth and before Danala could do anything her hostess, who had been playing with her tits, had her mouth on the cum that was running down Danala’s cheek. Mindful it was hers, Danala grabbed the woman’s head and put her lips on hers, retrieving her master’s reward in a deep female kiss. 

Danala was no longer herself, acting on pure desire and lust, about to explode on the man whose home she had dined in, embraced in a liquid kiss with the man’s wife. 

Danala’s scream of orgasm was so loud it felt like it came from someone else. She grabbed the head between her legs and fucked it in quick strokes, then instinctively pushed it away. She’d released both her hosts now and was gasping for breath on her back, her master looking down at her and smiling at her triumph.

For the next several minutes the two couples lay in silence, catching their breath and embracing the scene in front of themselves. Danala’s master had joined her on the sofa, stroking her head while their two hosts were on the floor. 

No one felt like socializing again after all they had gone through. They were totally worn out, but smiling. Their hosts suggested that Danala and Michael could go out the back way. They would explain to the guests there had been a sudden illness that had caused everyone’s time away from the group. 

Danala was glad that her mask had held up despite the aggressive facefucking. As she put on her cape she thanked her hosts as they did her.   

Dalton reached out his hand, “I want to thank you both for a wonderful evening. Hopefully, we can continue this at some point. If you could ever train Laura to be even half as hot and talented as your young lady here, we’d both be quite happy about it, I’m sure.”

“Oh, By the way,” said the man, “I noticed your Hilltop Girl College ring. Our niece went there a couple of years ago. I’ve heard it’s a fine school. No wonder your manners are impeccable.” 

She shuddered slightly at the mention of her school but felt the warm embrace of her master’s arm around her as he led her down the walkway toward his car.